A rythm track is being eaten by a bass track.
The product of 2 artists re-uniting after sebatical.
Nothing comes again, I feel myself
Nothing short of regular, my lies
Lasting eyes to blind are in my hand,
Are left behind
Eyes to blind again are left behind.
All posesions in my posession, none of it was ever mine, what a way to spend my time.
Sentence is a side-effect this time.
Empty bottles crawl across the floor.
secrecy's not in demand much now, anymore
Nothing's in demand much anymore.
Recreation is new frustration.
None of it was ever mine, what a way to spend my time.